When it rains....

The past couple weeks have been the definition of 'murphy's law': if i can happen, it will. and apparently, it will all happen at once.

Besides everyone at work going COMPLETELY INSANE... (i cannot recall a time where things were so stressful that i literally woke up in the middle of the night stressed-- almost panicked-- from things at work)

And without getting into the weeds, I offer a sampling of what has been has transpired at our house:

-the tree that fell on my car has turned into the body shop and the insurance company fighting it out. if you'll recall, it rained a TON the weekend the tree fell... resulting in water and electrical damage on top of the body work needed. it's been a month, i still don't have my car back and won't for another week at best. really tired of the truck, but just glad that Mr. Price is dealing with the many phone calls back and forth, appointments to meet the adjusters, etc.

-the cat got sick. arm swollen like the Michelin man. i will spare the nasty details. i can't really help out given the whole prego thing - so again, Mr. Price having to step in and take care of things. including the miserable trips to the vet.

-the pool converter (?) broke - meaning the pool pump cannot run. with all the rain, kinda need that pump running! the first pool repair guy took a piece of the converter (to get a replacement part) then goes AWOL - doesn't show up when he said he would and doesn't answer nor return calls. find new pool repair guy and learn that pump is shot - need new pool pump AND converter. he vanishes for over a week. pool turns green and is full of leaves. again, Mr. Price busy finding, calling and scheduling pool people. anyone - help. please. we'll pay you, just fix what you said you were going to. show up when you said you would.

-the marble under the tub cracked. cracked big time. Mr. price calls the tile people - who explicitly told us that wouldn't happen because they would lay the tile 'right' and guaranteed it. for two years! (it's been two weeks?) they no-show the first appointment (which he hustled from across town to meet them at). they eventually reschedule and bonus: the guy shows up this time(!) and they offer to fix. no problem, we'll just have to get a plumber back in to remove the tub so they can get under there. oh, any buy more marble, lest you forget.

sound like fun yet? if you've got a running list, that would be... expensive, annoying, time-consuming issues with: the Car, the Cat, the House, the Pool. What else are we missing?

i suppose there were other relatively minor things, but i think you get the picture.

Tyler's very bad, horrible, terrible, no good day

he REFUSED to come out of the carrier. they finally had to take it apart to get him out...

it then took three people to hold him still. bless his heart.

Fun at the vet!

Poor Tyler.  Poor Joe.  They had a less than optimal day.

I think you can *pretty much* figure out the story based on this picture, but I'll post more soon

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: J Price
Date: Tue, Sep 29, 2009 at 2:50 PM
Subject: Fun at the vet!
To: E Price

Sent from my iPhone

Clone

Look closely. This may be Tyler's exact spot and pose... But don't be fooled, this is Tylers clone-gone-awry...

His nemesis.

Mocking him.



Happy Monday.

Repercussions

Dear Tyler,


I hope you are having a good morning, in spite of the fact that your mom forgot to let you out of your house the morning. Again. My sincere apologies, dear kitty. I don't know why I always forget to let you out until I am either on the road or already at work. Maybe it is because it is not every morning that your dad asks me to let you out, so it is not in my routine. Maybe is because when he does ask me, it is in the wee morning hours, while I'm half asleep. Maybe it is because it is so d@mn cold out this week that I am subconsciously trying to save you from a day in the elements and allow you to just keep sleeping on that lovely, covered in lambs wool couch of yours (you know, not every cat has their own house, let alone their own couch).

But I digress, I forgot again, and when your dad gets home from school at lunch and heads out to your house to begin his day of studying- he'll be meet at the door by a very unhappy little yellow kitty who.. undoubtedly, will meow and yell and be generally pissed off for the rest of the afternoon from outside the house… sitting on the wall… looking in the window… ears back... holding a grudge and being angry.


I am very sorry for an inconvenience I may have caused.


Yours truly,
The lady who feeds you

A Million Yellow Pictures

if i were to write a book...

i think it would be a coffee table book.



if i were to make a coffee table book...

it would only have pictures


and the pictures would all be of the tabby that lives in my back yard


and I would call the book "a million yellow pictures"

good news is: i apparently almost have enough pictures to create said book. even better news: i will NOT be creating such a book.

but really is ridiculous how many pictures I have of my cat...

Tyler at our back door...

Bird? What bird? I have no idea what you are talking about.

I'm sorry... did you say you wanted to pet me?

I don't know where the feathers came from... or how one got on me.

UPDATE: The birdy whose feathers appeared on my back porch is still MIA. Meanwhile, Tyler continues to be dive-bombed by blue jays in the backyard.